saintbletch

Shepherds Bush Market. Isn't that illegal? Should be.

Maida Vale. Did you?

Burnt Oak, because he's a ****.

Canons Park. Do they? Earls Court. Was he?

My work here is complete.

Barbican. Can she?

Tooting Bec. Are you? Cockfosters - does it? Brent Cross. Is he?

Good news. I predict that they will find Tokyo-Saint's fingerprints, but in a head-scratching twist they will also find Bear DNA on it. Work that one out.

You see, and that's why I forum-love pap! Proud of you papster.

It's Millais' Ophelia doing an impression of a Kylie Minogue duet with Nick Cave. Barry if the conversation goes quiet, talk about great conspiracy theories, video games or Star Trek. pap, if the conversation goes quiet, talk about how rubbish (gaston|pochettino|lambert|etc) are, 70s comedies or Mavis Riley. pap, please ensure you have the negativity shields set to maximum and bring along some forum meme questions that a ringer wouldn't necessarily know. And if there is a love child from this tryst, can you please call it bletch/bletchina. I would adopt him/her and tell the child that his/her father was a government spy called Gaston, but that he was really $hit and overpaid. P.S. If you could have brought it forward 24+ hours I could have played chaperone. I made it all the way down the East Lancs Road to West Derby yesterday.

You're thinking of Unicode.

Is this in code, is it English, or is it an ascii (look it up Toke) word cloud?

Not Plastic Saint, Draino6.

In full disclosure, I should admit that I did receive a postal guess from the papster and he was correct. He has graciously agreed not to compete anymore because he's just too good.

I thought the same. I was actually tempted to create a manipulated version featuring NY, America, blah, blah, blah, snooker, referee, maths, blah, blah, blah. I suspect that "New" fell fowl of my stop word trap - that removes common words.

pap and I have agreed to do that over PM, BTT. I've also PM'd Barry Sanchez and agreed to meet up with him while I'm up there; which sort of blows the "Barry Sanchez is dune" myth out of the water. I've agreed to baby-shit for an old dog that he is responsible for while he goes into town to have a beer with pap. After that Barry and I will go to a BNP meeting, meet with some of his EDL mates, go to support the Anfield fox hunt and then we're going to kick off our shoes, put our feet up and watch the "Farage at Large" DVD that he got for Xmas. Needless to say, I'll report back with my findings.

Gillette fusion. Did she? or Gillette fusion, while Jack just had a burger.

Well, as you asked so nicely... (I'm trying very hard not to sound like a lecherous gynecologist looking at a particularly interesting and unusual **** here) You have one of the most evenly distributed word clouds I've seen. It means you have a broad use of words and don't repeat too many too often.

Well if the Dad was over 18, how old was the son you manfully confronted? I'm guess, what 4, 5 max? BTW, what were you doing on the cottage, sorry common (Freudian) to get into a confrontation with a bunch of Dubai_Philistiners?

By George she's got it! Wrong thread Toke, but I don't mind admitting that you've just give me an etymological engorgement in my word willy.

I know your city well papster - certainly better than, let's say, that bloke dune that used to post on here. I spent many a summer there as a kid and go back to visit from time to time. The whole family up there are city-dwellers(Kensington L7 so proper scallys), the Aunty that died was in a nursing home in Haydock so everyone is trekking out there.

I guess defeat, proud defeat that it was Turkish, has granted you some perspective to look back at what was your Mongboard career and who were your rivals. If I might be so bold as to offer an ex-champion some retrospective advice, you were looking for your rivals in the wrong place. You had trained for orthodox fighters, but it was an unknown southpaw that took you out. I'm sure you still struggle to come to terms with what happened even now, and the image below must bring back some bad memories: But I urge you to not dwell on The loss, instead you should think of those 14 years of unbroken Mongboad rule and feel proud that you sewed sarcasm across these barren fields and brought fuktard-fertility to our soil. Who, if not you, would pick on the weak, the young, the different? And who, if not you, would tell us what we can wear; what, when and how much we should eat; what we can sing and how we should celebrate a goal? Like Fred West or Jimmy Saville, people will remember you long after most of us have logged off and gone to bed. You might not have been the people's champion, but to many of us there has never been such a Mong.

If it isn't, it should be. Well, her nickname is Trogg if that helps.

The same thought entered my mind papster, but I'm not sure it's viable. We're in Haydock and I'm a pall bearer so if I nicked off to a Costa with you there'd be a terminal imbalance next to 'Little' Eddie my cousin. Plus I'm in town with my sister, and much as I'd love you to meet her, she's a Gosport girl and, whilst I love her like a sister, she's rougher than a bastard file. If she got a whiff of that sea air, she'd think you were a sailor and you wouldn't survive the encounter. I'll PM you some details just in case.

Check again. I think you'll find it is.